The Harry That Never Happened

AN: Ok so the basic idea is that Harry Potter was killed however the difference is that Harry's soul was in-printed into Voldemort, the same way that part of Voldemort's soul went into Harry. The love that Lily gave to Harry allowed his soul to escape his death. Harry's soul will be coming back and his times at Hogwarts will be very different as the unknown reincarnation. Don't worry his fights through Hogwarts will be the same such as Quirrel etc however how they are fought may very well be different. Also to be considered is that I CAN'T REMEMBER EVERYTHING FROM THE BOOKS so if it doesn't work or fit, tell me and I will attempt to fix. (Voldemort shall be vanquished). Finally, this is a H/Hr, Harry and Hermione pairing or Harmione/Harmony whatever you want to call it.

I do not own Harry Potter, it is owned by J.K. Rowling and this is merely a piece of fanfiction from my imagination.

A Tattered Soul ; Chapter 1

The dark figures cascaded into the grass, darkness coming out of them and falling to the ground. Darkening the areas it touched. Walking forward with a confident stride and flanked by 20 masked men they proceeded.

"Lord, are you sure the information that rat Pettigrew told us is correct?" Lucius Malfoy asked from beside his master with the utmost sincerity, while struggling to match his lord's strides and pace.

"They are here Lucius, he was their secret keeper and he betrayed them. Their Fidelius will no longer give them the safety they crave." His red irises dug deeper into the man. " Unless Malfoy you screw up, at which it shall be your family that needs to hid behind a Fidelius." The threat held the weight of the strongest dark lord to walk the earth.

Crushing the grass underneath their boots they finally reach the door. The Death Eaters surrounded the entire house while their Lord stood outside. Today the last chance of a free wizarding world dies. The Potters will die.

Inside was the scene of a happy family, a warm glow coming from the fire while Lily was holding a young Harry in her arms. James was sitting be his wife on the couch, with a proud smile on his face and with a content look upon his face. A small broom rested against the wall while various family photos stood upon the fire place. There was a general lived in mess to the place but with important things ordered and perfected. The sight would have reached to many people's hearts.

But not those standing outside, summoning his wand he launched a spell at the door. "Reducto" He screamed.

With that the assault started, within seconds all the windows and doors were blasted open. The Dark Lord walked casually through the blast doorway with the house being blown in around him. Glass shattered, bricks smashed and wood combusted. A look of shock and recognition passed across James's face before he could think how to react. However with the speed of a Marauder he stood and began shooting spells. " Stupefy, Petrificus Totalus, Protego, Immobolus"

Meanwhile Lily jumped up and raced towards her and James's bedroom, thudding up the stairs to grab her wand and protect her baby. James stood at the entrance to the stairs wand drawn and with a look of determination feed by his want to protect both his son and his wife.

Voldemort stood facing him, sheer disgust was plastered across his face as the Death Eaters tore apart the home before forming up upon him. None shot a spell for they knew their Lord was anticipating this fight, almost as much as he wanted to duel Dumbledoor. He needed to know he was the most powerful wizard.

James however was undeterred, " You shall not pass" (AN : I couldn't help myself ) wand in hand and the growling reply seeming to scratch across his voice. It was not just a statement but a promise, a wish, a sacrifice. No-one was going to get past while he was alive.

" You allow your emotions to cloud your judgement James. I for one am not so weak, this petty love " He spat out the word as if it was tabooed " shall not save you, or your family. But your logic might, overpower that stupid idea of Griffindor loyalty and allow the perfect snake to sliver out. I know you are clever and cunning James. Save your family" He spoke the words, however he knew James would never back down and was jumping for the fight. The dirty Griffindor, blood traitor would never join him.

"You shall never understand love, Voldemort" James replied, staring straight into Voldemorts soul. What he found was nothing, only a disturbed and distorted form of conscience.

" If you shall not, then die FOOL!" With that he began a frenzied duel. " Crucio" He began.

"Accio Brick" Summoning a brick, to block the Unforgivable smashed it apart. Shards hitting his face and robes.

" Expelliarmus" The return spell flying back.

"Protego, Serpensortia" Multiple snakes flew across the room approaching James with deathly look in their eyes and an emptiness of the grave. "Crucio" The curse hitting James smack in the chest knocking him down in pain. Voldemort approached.

Every step was the tick of a pendulum counting towards his death. Every second a final wish to his wife and son even through the various pains of the Cruiartus curse. His muscles on fire and nerve endings freezing but the worst torture was the knowledge of his failings. It was his fault that his wife and son were going to die. Harry is too young.

Standing over him, snakes surrounding him as if hell was replaying Voldemort knelt over to whisper in his ear. Muffled words fell to the man.

Staring at Voldemort now, James said with the various spasms of the curse " You never … know what you have lost … if you never had it"

" Potter, you never know what you stand to gain till you try it"

" That's when you get addicted to lose and emptiness"

"Bye, James Potter. Avada Kadarva"

The green light burst from the end of the wand, falling like an angel from heaven except baring death not light, it cut through the air with a vow of destruction. Touching the man beneath it.

His eyes fluttered one last time, his face peaceful but empty. James Potter took his last breath.

"AHHHHHHH" The scream driving through the air, searing the moment of silence after his death. Lily Potter stood at the top of the stairs before fleeing back into the bedroom.

The death eaters stood there in silence. Then they started laughing. Voldemort shot them a look. They were half as good as that man he thought. In a duel they'd all have lost.

Climbing the stairs though he forgot that. Now the fun began, he'd claim immortality. Smiling in a sadistic way, smug with success he smashing the door. Lily stood in the corner holding her child, comforting him while he cried. As he cried her own tears mixed with his forming pure sadness and regret in a single tear drop. Each falling to the ground and breaking.

Approaching her, his expression almost formed one of happiness, what instead broke his face was pure demented, sadistic, perverted joy. The atrocities he was going to commit didn't even stray into thought, not his eyes let alone his expression.

The closer he came the more Lily cried, begged for her son.

"Take me, leave him" "Let my son live" "please, please…..please" Her cries filling the room, each more frenzied and desperate than the last. He kept striding, not perturbed or worried in the slightest.

Halfway across the room she shrank to her knees. The hopelessness overwhelming her, almost as if his very presence crushed her down and made her draw inwards. She gripped Harry tighter and tighter whispering to him "It's going to be alright" "Don't worry Harry".

Soon he stood over her, she put her son down and then began her begging, take her not him. It was like a prayer out to the stars, as if that would change his mind. The child must die.

Kneeing down he touched her face "Lily you chose wrong, all those years ago. You could have been with Severus safe and cosy. This was your fault. Bye Lily Avada Kadarva". Again the green beam burst forth, having picked up her son, she held him tight with all the love she could possibly have. The love of a mother for her child.

She fell to the floor still cradling Harry. He cried out into the night, he could sense something was wrong and he cried for that. He cried for his dead mother. He cried because that was all he could do.

Reaching down he hovered his wand just above the child's face, right between his eyes as if it were a gun about to be fired. It was the death sentence above his head, like a noose about to be put around his head or a guillotine preparing to be dropped. There was finality to it: the end.

What Voldemort didn't know was that it was only the beginning. The beginning of the Boy-Who-Died against He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named.

"Avada Kadarv…"

AN: Hope you enjoyed. Expect irregular updates to no schedule xD GCSEs are more important than my writing. This is an introduction and also gives you an idea of my action writing which isn't great.